Murder on the Yukon Quest: An Alaska Mystery by Sue Henry

The Yukon Quest has the popularity of being the hardest sled puppy race on this planet, taking groups and mushers via greater than 1000 miles of North America's so much distant and treacherous territory.Jessie Arnold is able to meet the challenge.Jessie and her crew of canines are ready for the bold festival, yet her one remorse is that her longtime pal and lover, Alex Jensen, is not there to work out her off. Alex has been referred to as domestic to Idaho for a kinfolk emergency and Jessie starts the large race with out her greatest booster. good alongside the path, Jessie is surprised to benefit younger beginner racer she met in the beginning has been kidnapped and held for ransom. The girl's distraught father has been warned that not anyone yet Jessie Arnold is to be told--especially no longer the police. Feeling remoted and by myself, Jessie needs to make a decision what to do within the face of negative odds.It's the competition of an entire life, but because the different mushers push towards the end line, Jessie forges forward in a race all her personal. not able to disregard the plight of the lacking lady, she's in a existence and demise conflict opposed to a determined, unknown kidnapper who will cease at not anything. dashing during the twists and turns of the icy, damaged trails, Jessie has no time for worry. For someplace in that huge and lonely panorama, a killer waits for an opportunity to unharness a murderous rage on someone who dares to get in his manner.

Madison Adair did not witness her well-known mother's brutal homicide. yet she observed it. observed the gloved hand. . . felt the knife strike. . . knew her mother's terror. That used to be a life-time in the past. however the nightmares have back; in basic terms, this time they're of a faceless serial killer stalking ladies in south Florida.

Eleanor Trewynn is a widow of a few years dwelling in Port Mabyn, a small fishing village in Cornwall, England. In her more youthful days, she traveled the unique elements of the area along with her husband. nowadays, she’s retired and based the neighborhood charity store. Her niece, Megan Pencarrow, transferred within reach, and used to be lately promoted to the rank of Detective Sargent.

Less than the frigid waters of Lake better lies a sunken 1927 wreck-the ultimate resting position of its 5 sufferers. but if divers floor with a story of seeing a 6th physique, Anna Pigeon needs to holiday the good Lake's grip on its icy secrets and techniques. ..

London's social season is in complete swing, and Victorian aristocracy cannot cease whispering a few yes gentleman who claims to be the direct descendant of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. yet he isn't the one subject of wagging tongues. Drawing rooms, boudoirs, and ballrooms are abuzz with the newest information of an audacious cat burglar who has been systematically stealing beneficial goods that when belonged to the ill-fated queen.

Good luck, Jessie,” someone called from the bluff. She looked up, smiled, and waved as her dogs, trotting steadily along, drew her heavy sled smoothly past the viewpoint. Close behind her another musher in a blue and yellow parka passed, and once again the watcher’s attention was caught. He remained motionless until the man riding the back of the sled looked up as if searching the top of the bluff for someone. Then, for the first time, the watcher raised an arm, not in a wave, but clearly a gesture intended to attract the musher’s notice.

I’ve got to be more conscientious about tethering them, she told herself. It must have been my sloppy mistake that let them get away in the first place. Late that afternoon, with her team all chipped and a few errands done in town, she was home again, had returned her dogs, including Bliss, to their individual spaces in the yard, fed and watered them all. She was in the process of packaging frozen trail meat in the storage shed, which made a good winter refrigerator, when a truck turned off the highway into her drive.

Since a racer could not continue until the dog was found and returned to the team, it could be an important factor to a frustrated musher. Jessie had never lost a dog during a race and had no intention of doing so now: She was careful to teach hers not to take off if they found themselves loose from the line. Still, there could always be a moose or a snowshoe hare they couldn’t resist chasing, so it was comforting to 22 / Sue Henry know that each member of her team could be so easily identified.